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reckless - zaybang & trigga500k lyrics

[chorus: zaybang]
i’m off the drank, but this sh*t just got me restless
i blocked her number, got her tryna send a message
if she ain’t payin’, i could get it out the next b*tch
they shootin’ shots broad day, my n*ggas reckless
a headtapper p*ssy n*gga got his head split
we smokin’ blunts of ace of zay, this sh*t for breakfast
i’m tryna f*ck his baby mama watchin’ netflix
these n*ggas bringin’ up my name, this sh*t a death wish
i popped him in a slow lane right off the exit

[verse 1: trigga500k]
havin’ motion, i’m a different type of timing
bring this sh*t up out the trap, i’m off the block to fix alignment
havin’ real gleesh, it’ll make you overdosе, frankie lymon
real smacker, rеal trapper, got these folks tryna sign me, uh
money don’t make you real, i told them n*ggas, don’t wanna listen
i’m in the trap on all these juggs, tryna sell the wings up off a pigeon
half*a*million*dollar n*gga and i still be pilin’ sh*t in the trenches
no, i’ll never punt the ball, i’m goin’ forward on fourth and inches, uh
the really real, don’t do no cappin’, havin’ zips off in the mattress
over the stove workin’ the bowl, this sh*t gon’ come back like elastic
sh*t, i get ’em in, i get ’em gone, they think i’m doin’ magic
if i ain’t rappin’, then i’m still wrappin’, wrappin’ these b*tches in the plastic, uh
uh, you gotta know this sh*t too raw
if the crackers push up on me, i never tell ’em what i saw
uh, i never tell ’em what i seen
i ain’t nothin’ like no turtle, b*tch, don’t try me like i’m green
[chorus: zaybang]
i’m off the drank, but this sh*t just got me restless
i blocked her number, got her tryna send a message
if she ain’t payin’, i could get it out the next b*tch
they shootin’ shots broad day, my n*ggas reckless
a headtapper p*ssy n*gga got his head split
we smokin’ blunts of ace of zay, this sh*t for breakfast
i’m tryna f*ck his baby mama watchin’ netflix
these n*ggas bringin’ up my name, this sh*t a death wish
i popped him in a slow lane right off the exit

[verse 2: zaybang]
it’s blue tips in the fn, you ain’t gon’ shake back
it’s like a round of applause when this k clap
i swear, we bent them n*ggas’ blocks and he ran eight laps
a fully switch up on this glock, give it a light tap

[verse 3: trigga500k]
comin’ trim, know we gon’ pop it every time
dope dealers and real n*ggas, know they feelin’ every line
n*gga play, then we gon’ swiss him, know we handle business
ayy, all this cheese a young n*gga havin’, i got it out the kitchen

[verse 4: zaybang]
and since these n*ggas like to talk, take ’em on a mission
see, you’s a little*ass boy, you ain’t no real n*gga
it’s all clappers in the load, i be with gravediggers
the type to drive through n*ggas’ section just to take pictures
[verse 5: trigga500k]
ayy, i ain’t finna rap about no bodies, some n*ggas know how i’m livin’
n*gga pop up dead right now, then they gon’ try to say i did it
if i tell ’em spin, you know that sh*t get spinned, them n*ggas listen
hula*hoopin’ ’round n*ggas’ block until they dead, we don’t get dizzy, n*gga

- zaybang trigga500k lyrics

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